Was it Depression?

October 30, 2015

There once was a man, so insane he thought his best friend was pain.

Little did anyone know, he was going to blow.

Whether it was his brain or mind, friends were convinced he was still kind.

He spoke of death and his friends said he must be stuck on meth.

How shocked they were when his brain stained the bathroom wall paint.

It really did appear quite quaint.

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